Chi Qianlai is a rare male danmei author who has spent a hundred years writing scum tops and masochistic bottoms. His plots are melodramatic, but his writing is seasoned and the emotional push and pull is deeply moving, leaving readers both loving and hating his work. He has plenty of haters, but even more diehard fans.
One day, a hater who'd held his nose and read every one of Chi Qianlai's works finally let out a furious howl: "You damn author! You deserve to get fucked by a boss in an infinite-flow instance!"
Chi Qianlai: Huh?
Then he closed his eyes and opened them again, and he'd really transmigrated into an infinite-flow world.
But as a frail writer who couldn't hurt a fly, he had no golden finger whatsoever, just tendonitis and a herniated disc.
Chi Qianlai: Living is nice. Dying is fine too.
Then the livestream told him, "You may be useless, but the sons you wrote are all pretty powerful!"
And so people discovered a strange new summoner in the Lord God's space.
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Faced with a giant, mutated monster with nine heads, everyone lay flat and waited to die. Chi Qianlai randomly summoned the beloved son from his very first novel: "Go! Save your dad!"
The aloof sword lord, who cultivated the Way of Emotionlessness, cut off the monster's head with one stroke and offered up his bloodied sword. His snow-white face, cold as frost, held a look of longing. "If I must return there, then use this sword to cut out my heart, and let it stay by Father God's side in my place forever."
When a disheveled female ghost chased him, Chi Qianlai ran for his life, panting and cursing the whole way. His second summoned son, an ancient general, shot an arrow straight through the ghost's chest.
The general, clad in armor and dust from the frontier, lifted Chi Qianlai with one hand, stroked the stubble on his chin, and grinned with arrogant, shameless charm. "Come back to the frontier with me. You can warm my bed, and I'll warm yours too."
In a creepy, sinister apartment-block instance, the murderers lying in wait around Chi Qianlai died mysteriously overnight, their bodies left in gruesome states. Almost no one in the whole building survived.
His most twisted villain-son hugged him with red-rimmed eyes. "They were so scary. They wanted to hurt you and separate me from you. I was so afraid, so I killed them all."
Chi Qianlai: Wait, what? I'm your dad, and didn't I give you all wives?
At last, Chi Qianlai summoned the son he'd made the kindest, most harmless, and cutest of them all: sweet, gentle, harmless, and obedient. Most importantly, he was a bottom!
Chi Qianlai: Surely he won't get any improper ideas about me.
His most obedient son wore a beautiful, innocent face as his dark eyes fixed on Chi Qianlai, cornering him against the wall and caressing his sensitive earlobe. "We're both men. Why can't I?"
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They grew up in endless darkness, with the most repulsive backgrounds, the filthiest bloodlines, the most despicable souls, and the most deceitful love.
It was all because of Chi Qianlai.
He toyed with their fates, nurtured their malice, broke their pride, then bestowed on them traps wrapped in honey.
They should have hated him. Yet when they saw his bright eyes gazing at them with fondness, pity, pride, and fervor, and heard him say, "You are my most beloved creation,"...
If they could, they would gladly crush their own bones and blood, give up everything they had, surrender their desires, and remain forever loyal to Father God.
Theme: Writing is no match for becoming a streamer in an infinite-flow world
